Memories.

june 2004.


Six year old this morning on the way to school:

"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a beaver for a pet? It could chop down wood for you and you could put the wood in the fireplace. That would be efficient."


(Context: 6 year old hurt himself in some minor way that I don't remember just a couple of hours later.)

Me: Poor wee lamb!
Six: Why'd you call me a lamb?

Me: Because sometimes people call someone small, someone they love, their 'lamb' or their 'ducky', to be cute.

Six: That's very silly. (Thinks for a moment.)

Six: You're my giant. And Daddy's my giant too. And, (looks at three year old brother) ....he's my flea.


january 2005


Today was the 100th day of school this year for my 6 year old and his class. They had a 100th Day party, which included a cute question-and-answer book that the kids filled out and brought home. The questions were lighthearted and fanciful: what would you rather live with: 100 butterflies or 100 ants?. That sort of thing.

Leave it to my ever-practical boy, though. His answer to the question What would you choose if you could have 100 of anything? looks like this, in his neat but shaky printing:

I would hΦve 100 dollers.